Danger
You didn’t realize until the last
morning that the windows had all
been unlocked, that when the GPS
lost its connection and repeated to
“proceed to the route,” there wasn’t
some larger instruction behind it.
You’d think that you’d feel safer
in a place where dark never sinks
in, but the land of midnight sun
holds a silence all its own. And
when you get back home at dawn
and find your kitchen floor laced
with termite wings—their bodies
driven back inside the walls—you
swear you can still feel the
breath of those glaciers
whispering down your spine.
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